Someone's Kindle at Booth 3

Looking over your shoulder, I see what you are reading on your kindle, as you sit there, silent, at Booth 3, and what you are reading is from the collection of poety simply titled 364, and the number is:



254.

The flags are at half staff today:
this day, this date,

pushed into an unintended
holi
day
of

mourning for the
loss of
the illusion
of our
own invincibility.